Depraved

The pale-skinned youth took a step back, but it wasn't out of fear.

When he glanced at Adam's chubby and pockmarked face from up close, he was utterly revulsed by the sheer ugliness.

"Bastard, who do you think you are speaking to me like that?" The young man's tone was oozing with killing intent.

"It doesn't matter who I am," said Adam with a faint smile. He then glanced at Atkin and Nara Rollins, the owners of this pleasure house. "What matters is what I'm here for."

Nara Rollins, after being ignored by Adam, already had a very bad impression of him. Hence, she didn't bother responding. She just continued to stare daggers at the youth.

Atkin, on the other hand, had already decided to overlook that matter for the moment. Being the shrewd businessman that he was, he wanted to see if there was any benefit that he could get out of Adam.

If not, he could just outright kill the youth.